Posts by Joake

using number 10 :3

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She shook her head with a sigh, sitting right back down. She noted another calico nearby that was both taller and older than her, but she didn't know the she-cat's name at all. She observed quietly, questions popping into her mind. For whatever reason, though, she wasn't verbally seeking answers to any of them.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]The calico smiled back at the girl, running over in bumpy, silly puppy leaps. The skinny-legged she-cat was short, but quick as a flashing boom. She had tailgated them before she attempted to tackle Confettipaw, clueless to what was going on except it seemed the one rule of the event that everyone followed was to tackle someone.

Her feet were carried by the wind, swift and nimble as a rabbit's. The harefooted girl's hair flowed at the sky's beck and call. The ground metaphorically disappeared from below her feet - she was walking on lightning now.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]All the she-cat could do as Confettipaw wiggled off and away was simply give a little squeal of delight as she was tipped onto her side from the force. Oh, smack my face, hm? Well, I'll show YOU just who's boss around here! Harlemcub jumped right back onto her paws and had started sprinting again, though this time more tiredly. She reached out with a paw and attempted to trip one of Confettipaw's back feet.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"HA! Oh r-" But Harlemcub had never been able to finish her sentence. It was misstep of footing that had brought her to her doom, and, she came tumbling into the hole with the tortoiseshell soon enough.

She had groaned a bit, before rising to her feet once more. Her chest heaved from exhaustion, and her sides stung from the bruises she had just earned. She hissed to show she still had all her spunk in tact, shaking her fur out. However, not being as tall as Confettipaw, she had been left to stare up at the apprentice who had been climbing out of Harlemcub's new prison, her mouth slightly parted so she could gain her breath dizzily.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]She had huffed and puffed with exhaustion. "No thanks, I can get out of here myself." Having put herself in the role of blowing down a brick house, she looked up at the ledge: her target area.

That's where I need to be to get up there ... And, I'm going to get there ... But what if I don't? And if she did not ... Well, she'd be dependent instead of independent. Good thing I AM. She prepared for take-off, wriggling her rear as she lowered herself to the ground and wound up her muscles.

And that was when she had leaped for the sun, boldly glancing quickly right at it. Her claws had just barely hooked themselves on top of the edge's sturdy soil. She had swung her legs upwards, though didn't manage to get a better grip and was about ready to fall for she had just loosened her hold on the rim. And, then, and only then, had she look up at Confettipaw desperately; right when she had needed her most, whether she had wanted to or not.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]As Harlemcub had wriggled a bit and brought herself to the ground, she brightly smiled back at the female with a restored ease. "Yeah, guess you're right ... and ... you have? But ... you're tall!" Compared to Harlemcub, Confettipaw was huge.

Harlemcub had never fallen into or seen many holes before; no hole she had ever seen was as large and deep as that one! How could there possibly be any bigger obstacle? She imagined deep chasms in the Earth; then, she had thought of what it would feel like to jump from it.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"They're ideal if you want to train your body to defend itself. Every bruise I earn ... I just get a bit stronger, yeah? Confettipaw's fine ... Anyways ..." She flicked an ear, pretending to not care about anything much. From what she learned from their old Clan, everyone, bad or not, thought people who didn't care were cool. So she was totally gonna be one of those people.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]A reluctant Harlemcub had hung back at camp, watching as the others scampered off. Herbs? What could be more important than training, anyways? And healing isn't even that fun, it's scary and smelly and totally a waste of my life! Good for her if she likes herbs, but I don't! She spaced out as she heard them continue talking and whatever.

Her tail curled itself and then she had released with a wild whip; she lowered herself to the ground and arced her back with a stretch and fabulous smile. She slowly tilted toward the earth before she had deliberately fell upon her side and went rolling down the hill happily. "WEEEEEE!" she squealed, the thrill of adventure purring in her throat as she got even more dizzy.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"You guys should leave the poor cutie alone. It's not like he ever did anything to you - you probably scared the guy out of his wits." And it wasn't like anyone wanted to eat a snake anyways. I mean, eating snakes? Sounds like they taste awful. And they'd probably be poisonous anyways. And they were super skinny; that wasn't the kind of prey Harlemcub wanted to eat any day.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"... Y'know, I think I'll say hello to the cutie." The cub had brought herself up once more, dirt and dampness earned by the morning having wrapped itself around in scattered patterns across her fur. "Hiya," she greeted the snake, watching it friendly-like from afar. She noticed Cricketpaw was nearby, though didn't really acknowledge her presence.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]Harlemcub didn't know if she actually wanted to listen; what she did know was that she didn't want to die either, so she stuck with an eye roll before walking up the hill a bit, away from the snake, and laying on a nice spot. As for Confettipaw's question, with a petite, almost reluctant smile, she added, "We just ... haven't yet. But we'll probably need some soon - we can't stay like this forever." Without organization, they'd fall, which was sadly why they're old Clan likely still lived.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]Harlemcub had hurried over to try and help, but it looked like she had been beaten to the punch. For once I'm too slow! Better luck next time though, I guess. As the voting began, she picked up a stone in her mouth. She disliked its cold, hard taste - she'd feel much better once she could drop this.

She looked to CONFETTIPAW'S basket before dropping it in. Age and experience didn't matter to her - what mattered was the dedication. Her way of thinking was definitely correct. But even if Confettipaw's not chosen, anyone else'll likely be a good leader. It doesn't matter who's elected, right?[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"I don't see why you can't just remove your stone and pick someone else if you don't like your first decision," Harlemcub said to Cricketpaw. But really, you should think more before doing something like this.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]Harlemcub nodded. She, being a cub, apparently wasn't as ambitious as everyone else here, nor did she honestly want to become a leader. Maybe it'd be fun, but having a kit lead? That was just asking for trouble. Harlemcub would probably make everyone bring her cupcakes.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"I agree with voting on the top four votes and voting again!" Harlemcub shouted, vigor in her movements but stillness in her face and thoughts. She wanted to vote for Confettipaw again, or maybe Virgo. But everyone else she didn't know or care about; most were probably boring losers.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]Looking to Confetti, she gave a twitch of her ear sympathetically for how she wanted to get back to the open fields of flowers. "Can I come again? Staying at camp isn't much fun." Harlemcub took out and then hid her claws repeatedly, bored out of her mind. Playing with her natural-born daggers was fun, sometimes. Better than watching her tail twitch again.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"Erm ..." She glanced over the free grasses, swaying as they pleased in the wing as the sky darkened. They wouldn't have to worry about food or water. They could just observe the world and be left alone peacefully while still being able to live.

However, for her group, that was not the same. They needed a leader and every vote depended on receiving one. "I think I'll stay if we're having the second voting and go later ... or maybe tomorrow." She gave her tail a carefree swish as she listened to the wind, feeling it pet her fur.[/fancypost]

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 400px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -16px;][justify]"What? Sleep already? ... Can I at least eat first? I only ate once today! And it was yummy, so let me have more food!" Harlemcub pranced over to the fresh-kill pile elegantly, bouncing in circles around it with a hungered thoughts.[/fancypost]